—The twins, Ron, and Harry—finally, their gazes settled on Skofot, who was the last to get out of the car slowly, his steps seeming a little unsteady.
Skofot kept his head lowered, his small hands tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, his body trembling slightly as though Molly's fury might frighten him into fainting at any moment.
[Emotion Points +80] (from Molly Weasley's extreme anger and worry)
[Emotion Points +40] (from Fred Weasley's nervousness and fear)
[Emotion Points +40] (from George Weasley's nervousness and fear)
[Emotion Points +35] (from Ron Weasley's fear and remorse)
[Emotion Points +25] (from Harry Potter's guilt and unease)
"Wonderful. Just wonderful!" Molly's chest heaved with anger.
"Stealing the car in the middle of the night! Flying to a Muggle neighborhood! And... and bringing along an injured child!"
She pointed at Skofot, then shot a fierce glare at her sons.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Huh? What if Muggles had seen you? What if something had happened?"
Her roar echoed through the morning air. Out of sight, Skofot's lips curled faintly upward.
This midnight flying-car farce had finally ended exactly as expected.
And the role he had played in it had been flawless.
Molly's fury weighed on every boy's shoulders as tangibly as a physical force.
Just as Fred, George, and Ron thought they were about to be drowned in howlers—or worse, grounded until the end of time—
The back door creaked open.
Arthur Weasley walked in with weary steps, his face drawn from having been out all night. Work at the Ministry of Magic was clearly no easy matter.
But when he saw the strange scene in the backyard—
His furious wife, the Ford parked in the vegetable patch, and four boys standing in a row with their heads hanging—he